No More Working Class Lyrics

Sometimes he feels like a hurricane

In a room full of glass

They say the world is perfectly sane

And there's no more working class

Sometimes he feels like a hurricane

In a room full of glass

Unite again

My working friend

Unite again

My working friend

And the unjustice might finally end

Sometimes he feels like heavy weather

On the false sea of peace

They say a hen is the same as a feather

So workers could now live at ease

Sometimes he feels like heavy weather

On the false sea of peace

Unite again

My working friend

Unite again

My working friend

And the unjustice might finally end